Cav held my gaze momentarily, then nodded and took another drink before launching a different question.“So, what is it you do for a livin’?”
“I’m still in school.”
His eyes widened, and I fought the urge to laugh.“A student?”
“What?”I asked with a smirk.“Did you think she was in high school?”
He glared at me.
This time, I couldn’t help but laugh.Sure, she was young, but notthatyoung.
“Definitely not high school,” Jamie said.“I’m working on my doctorate.”Her eyes dropped to her glass.“In psychology.”
I knew that.I did.But for some stupid fucking reason, I’d forgotten.And then it all seemed to click into place.
“Ahh.”Cav seemed relieved.“Is that why you’re here?To dig into the psyche of a Dom?”
Very good question.I crossed my arms, waited for her to answer.
“I … uh…” She couldn’t seem to hold either of our gazes.“It might’ve been part of what prompted me in the beginning, but no.Tonight…” Jamie blushed.“I’m here for selfish reasons.”
Selfish, huh?That means she’s interested in that spanking she witnessed earlier.
No.Damn it.That wasn’t what it meant.
Even if my brain was in denial, my damn dick liked the sound of that, and it twitched in response.
“What interests you?”Cav set down his water, leaned casually on the bar.“Bondage?Spanking?Water sports?Master/slave?Daddy/baby girl?”
Color infused her cheeks, but Jamie didn’t hesitate when she said, “I honestly don’t know.”
A sweet smile tilted the corners of her lips as she looked between the two of us.
“Okay, let’s look at it from another angle,” Cav prompted.“When you read, what tropes do you tend to go for?BDSM specifically.”
“Um…”
I saw the moment the steel infused her spine.
“I tend to enjoy the Teacher/student aspect, to be honest.”
Hear that?You can be her teacher.
Her comment stirred a memory.During one of my previous training sessions, one of the submissives thought it would be appropriate to call me Professor Edge.I’d nixed it immediately, but now, as I stared at Jamie, I imaginedhercalling me Professor, a sweet little pout on her lips when she promised to do everything I told her to.
Yes!Keep that train of thought.
“So you’ve never been tied up?”Cav asked, clearly unaware of the fantasy playing out in my head.“Had that pretty little ass turned a nice rosy red?”
While nothing that came out of Cav’s mouth surprised me—he was not known for discretion or subtlety—I had a hard time hearing him speak to Jamie that way.She wasn’t a club submissive.She wasn’t a plaything we’d be tying up or crushing between us at some point in the evening.She was Zeke Lautner’s sister, for fuck’s sake.
But Professor Edge has a nice ring to it.Especially coming from her.
She most certainly wouldnotbe calling me Professor.
“I have not,” she answered, her voice even.“But I’m definitely interested in seeing if those are things I enjoy.”
Cav’s eyes shot to mine.I shook my head, warning him that this was going in a direction I wasn’t comfortable with.
